Thursday, August 21, 2008
Opal Jade and fading
I am sick of rice ¶ 5:57 PM
Radio head recorder
Swinging words round
in order, nothing short
of nic-nack-like poetry
Hit hard like dimes
thrown against my
cerebral lines that squish
in contraction
no diction can stop this
addiction, affliction
nope
syllables hum
as the waves come
and seep into the holes
that were made for these days
holes that I fill to the brim
like a cup of gin
waiting for it's tonic
so I let myself respond
to the sonic
and i hear...
Swinging words round
in order, nothing short
of nic-nack-like poetry
Hit hard like dimes
thrown against my
cerebral lines that squish
in contraction
no diction can stop this
addiction, affliction
nope
syllables hum
as the waves come
and seep into the holes
that were made for these days
holes that I fill to the brim
like a cup of gin
waiting for it's tonic
so I let myself respond
to the sonic
and i hear...
"incurable humannessIt's not my time to move on Shift, ready, nowKissologyLet's speak this nonsenseYou need to eat moreDon't be grumpyI'm still your fagThank God it's fatalI'm thinking it's a signAren't you excited?It must hurt, no?Come down hereIt'll be alright, it willKick it like any addictionSo unbalancedHow real. Really human that is"
I am sick of rice ¶ 5:57 PM
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